Supernatural Imagines

Cold

It was all his idea.

Sam wanted to get out of the bunker for once but you were more of an indoor person.

Staying inside, cooped up with your laptop and Netflix, that was more your kind of thing.

But no, your boyfriend dragged you outside saying fresh air was good for you.

It was a late November afternoon with wind blowing messing up yours and Sam's hair.

That was the only good thing about having your body slowly turning to ice.

"Damn it Sam! It's freezing!" You scream as you hug yourself for warmth.

"C'mon (y/n), it's sixty degrees. It's not that cold. You just wanna go back inside," he tries to reason.

"Still! I get cold easy! And you're a moose, you don't get cold anyway," you keep complaining.

"Here," he says as he takes off his coat. "If it'll make you shut up."

You put it on and it's so big you could get lost in there. But it does keep you warm.

"Aw, thanks Sam. You're the best."

"Anything for you, (y/n)."